Page 2 of Ruthless Sinner
Jewel was the new girl. She’d started dancing at the club about a month ago, and I’d been lusting over her ever since. She was the only woman in the place that I wanted, despite the hard core flirtations of the other strippers, but she was playing hard to get. Which, of course, made me desire her even more.
Tonight though—tonight was the night . . . I couldfeelit.
I watched her as she swayed on stage in her eye-catching pasties and deep purple thong, entranced by the sensual movement of her hips, the flow of her long, wavy brown hair as she tossed her head back, and the bounce of her full, firm tits. I’d fantasized numerous times about burying my face between them as I fucked her.
Jewel watched me, too, coquettishly. I’d played the long game, letting her gradually figure out I was watching her, moving closer to the stage until I was always sitting right in front of wherever she was performing.
Just thinking about having her, watching her dance, had me insanely hard.
As she worked the pole, I saw her getting distracted—her heavy-lidded gaze kept returning to me, like she couldn’t help herself. As if she could feel the insane sexual attraction that had been simmering between us for weeks now. I absently ran my palm over the substantial bulge in my pants, letting my gaze trail hungrily over her body. I saw her knuckles pale as she gripped the pole tightly, her pink, glossy lips parting, her dark, sultry eyes pinned on me.
There was something definitely different in the air between us tonight, which suddenly felt brimming with anticipation and seductive promise. She’d never been overly aggressive like some of the women here, and for the most part, her smiles had always been shy and flirtatious when she glanced my way. But this was the first time she’d maintained direct eye contact and made me feel like it was just the two of us in the room, that she’d give me anything I wanted, anything I asked for. That if I dared to crook my finger at her she’d dropped down to her knees like a good girl and crawl her way over to where I was sitting at the edge of the stage.
Or maybe it was just pure wishful thinking on my part.
I knew from asking the bouncers every time I came into the club that she’d yet to accept or initiate a private dance in one of the back rooms with any client. I’d been waiting for Jewel to approach me when she felt comfortable, instead of her feeling obligated to accept my request for a more private showing. As much as I wanted her, I wasn’t going to back her into something she didn’t want in return.
It was also known that some of the girls here only worked the poles and never entertained customers in the back room, and I had to accept that maybe Jewel didn’t either—because the strippers who did offermorewere not bashful about approaching any of the men in the establishment, eager for that extra cash they made from giving them a more intimate performance.
A part of me liked that Jewel was discriminating that way—that she was pure and untouched, so to speak—that she hadn’t allowed any man in this place to caress that silken skin of hers, or see what her tits really looked like without those pasties covering her nipples.
I alsohatedthat she was discerning, because her standards had thus far cock blocked me from getting her alone and all to myself.
Except tonight, when the song and her routine ended, Jewel walked off the stage and for the first time she strolled over to where I was still sitting. My mouth watered as I inhaled a whiff of her scent—strawberries and something more feminine, like arousal—and my dick hardened even more, which I hadn’t been sure was possible. I was desperate to get out of these jeans… and get inside of her.
“Something you want?” Jewel murmured sweetly as she trailed her fingers along my shoulder and up the side of my neck, her touch cool against my heated skin.
I tipped my head back to meet her gaze, found her own eyes in the vicinity of my lap, and smirked. “Is it that obvious?” I replied, because there was no way she could miss the massive length of my cock straining against the front of my pants.
The amusement lurking in her expression momentarily surprised me. “You want a lap dance, then?”
She swung her leg over my thighs, but I grabbed her hips and I shook my head, trying to not be distracted by the fact that I wasfinallytouching her. That her thinly covered pussy was only inches away from grinding down on my cock.
But not out here.
I tightened my fingers against her soft skin, because the last thing I wanted was to let her go now that I had all of her attention. “I want you in a private room. Just the two of us.” I put my desires out in the open, so she could accept or reject them, and then I’d know where I stood with her.
I knew that she’d understand what that request meant, coming from me. The women here all gossiped and talked to each other about clients, and honestly, I was glad they did because if anyone accepted my offer, they knew exactly what they were agreeing to. Some might call it illegal—Illegal was the kind of shit that my family got themselves involved in—but I preferred to look at it as mutual pleasure.
Jewel couldn’t be that naïve. Sheworkedat the Cozy Bunny and everyone in the establishment was well aware that more than lap dances occurred in those private rooms, with mutual consent, of course.
And nothing would happen between us without it, which was why I wasn’t budging until I had her permission.
I could see Jewel swallow a bit nervously, her fingers flexing ever so slightly against my neck as she weighed the pros and cons and tried to make up her mind. Giving her the time she needed to come to her own conclusion, I absently brushed my thumbs along the curve of her waist, not missing the catch in her breath or the slight shiver of her body that made the little tassels on her pasties shimmy, too.
After what seemed like forever, the hesitation cleared from her eyes and she smiled at me. “Sure. Just let me arrange things with the manager.”
Relieved, I let her go, watching as she spoke to the guy in charge for the evening, who looked surprised that she was booking a private room, and then she headed back to me, taking my hand as I stood.
“He said you prefer the Swan Room?”
“I sure do.” I couldn’t wait to see how gorgeous she looked in it.
Sure enough, when we arrived and walked inside, the white of the room, combined with the low, intimate lighting, offset her skin beautifully. The warm undertone of her body with the gold accents in the room was perfection. And with the large mirror on one wall, I could see her from just about every angle, constantly.
Of course, it was a two-way mirror. All the rooms had one, big or small, so that if a customer was suspected of mistreating one of women then management could take a look and catch him in the act. I’d already proven to be a client the club could trust with the girls, so I never worried about being watched.
Once we were in the room, I settled on the small velvet covered couch and Jewel moved to sit on my thighs and straddled my lap once again, her hands resting on my shoulders. “So, tell me what you have in mind tonight, Marco.”
